“My name is Scribble Slate, and my parents are weird.”
Scribble stared at the single line she’d written. She had been assigned this paper with the rest of the class a week ago, and in true studential fashion, had begun it the night before it was due. Her pencil lost its flavor.
“Their names are Henry and Janet. Dad is a pegasus and Mom is a unicorn. I am an earth pony”
Okay, getting the information down. Scribble nodded. This might be easier than she thought.
“Mom and Dad sometimes talk funny. They sometimes say ‘anybody’ instead of ‘anypony’ and ‘someone’ instead of ‘somepony,’ and have a funny way of saying other words, but that’s okay because I still know what they mean.’
Scribble stared at her writing, then took the eraser to the last few lines, but only in spots. Her grammar teacher had been very diligent during the last week, and Scribble had paid close attention. She corrected herself on-page, then thought about what to write next.
“Sometimes they cook weird foods, too, like that poutine stuff. It’s hay fries with cheese and gravy. I really like hayfries with one or the other, but it’s not very bad to eat. Mom says it’s from her homeland, Caneighda or something like that.”
That last part sounded okay, too. Scribble needed something about her Dad, now. But what? Scribble sharpened her pencil as she thought. Her expression brightened as something sprung to mind.
“Dad isn’t a very good flyer, but he says he hasn’t been doing it very long.”
That part didn’t make much sense, because how could a grown-up pegasus not have been flying very long? She left it in anyway.
“Sometimes Mom and Dad get the names of places wrong. They keep saying they met in Vancouver, but everypony knows it’s called Vanhoover. They met at someplace called a Conversion Bureau. They don’t like to talk about it much because they said it was destroyed by something called an Eychelleff. It hurt Dad bad, and that’s why Mom and Dad had to adopt me instead of having their own foal.”
She paused and chewed her pencil some more. Mom and Dad didn’t much like talking about that part of their stay at the bureau thing. Scribble hoped it was okay to tell about it in her paper. It was a paper about her family, though, and if it wasn’t for that she wouldn’t be in her family at all, so she left it in. Now, how to finish?
“I love my Mom and Dad very much. Even if my parents are weird, I know they love me back, too.”